My name is Buddy. I got my name because I was literally everyone’s Buddy. Nobody entered a room without the brush of a fur kiss or an opportunity to rub on my belly. I must resemble someone famous called “Old Blue Eyes” as I heard that comment often. My Aunt Paty called me “Guapo” and I responded, because it means handsome. My roommate Baby and I came from SFSPCA to our forever home seven years ago. I loved to give my mom stinky kisses on her face and lay in the sun. I could hear a bag of treats across the house and you could “see” I ate many of them. I liked to be in charge and my meow indicated so.

But now it’s time for me to go. There was a celebration for me! Aunt Paty came over and mom had another friend too, Dr. Gorczyca. Doc gave me a nice shot of cat whiskey then mom and I snuggled. Our souls connected and we gave each other permission to be physically apart. After my final breath, Doc remembered me through a nice ceremony and gave us more time alone. Mom and I danced. I could still sense her smelling and kissing me. We did that a lot and I want to leave remembering this love.
-Melissa J.